runaway

the wild draws away many a soul from urbanization

weird, surreal being here

when darkness falls 

eerie, this lee side of earth’s hemisphere

grey shades of blue’s black tinge,

reveal, unveil black green leaves

feeling real alone, yet

with a tinge of dizzying delight

the trees’ loom dwarfs my inward vision

they taunt and force a suppressed recall 

that’s just outside my soul’s grasp 

a memory i hard force the lid back on

a memory that passes through 

the yellow light of this cabin’s smug scented air, 

the faint wild scent of aged mint and dried berry bushes’

molecular particle remnants in my nostrils  

feeling dizzied and delightful

to kinetic coercion past the floor,

across the couch to the kitchen 

through the window 

past the lower atmosphere outside to the cold, wet air 

released on distant horizon’s remote and naked wild

though i’m feeling frightfully alone

the outside atmosphere carries me with its mist, 

as it gently arouses the frozen ground

. . . my thoughts move this side of a snail’s crawl

thinking, reminiscing, . . . 

this black coffee could raise the dead 

caffeine’s smack, helps me wait 

for the crack of dawn’s early light

the city left a heavy dirtied imprint on my chest, 

like soiled bed sheets 

this mountain lair’s given me a brand new way

“i swear to myself,” a silence shattering pitch of sound

that frightens the mouse at the hearth to run away

an oath to myself to stay away 

from those who threaten my sanity

who’re skilled in stealing my heart’s treasures

who suffocate me with a look

who cripple me with their demands and expectations

“i’m done with the city,” i shout to the hiding mouse

i’m dizzy with delight in this contemplation’s resolve . . .

“i’m never, 

ever going back”